Текст: Lou Reed. Goodby Mass - in a Chapel Bodily Termination.

Sitting on a hard chair
Try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair
This moment won't wait

Listening to the speakers
They're talking about you
Look at all the people
All the people you knew

Sitting with my back straight
It becomes hard to hear
Some people are crying
It becomes hard to hear

I don't think you'd have liked it
You would have made a joke
You would have made it easier
You'd say tomorrow I'm smoke

Sitting on a hard chair
How far we have come
Trying hard to listen
To your friends who have come

Some of them are famous
And some are just like me
Trying hard to listen
Trying hard to see

Sitting on a hard chair
It's over time to stand
Some people are crying
I turn to grab your hand

It's your daughter saying thank you
You, you would have made a joke
"Isn't this something", you say
Tomorrow I'm smoke

Sitting on a hard chair
It's over time to stand
Some people are crying
I turn to grab your hand

It's your daughter saying thank you
You, you would have made a joke
"Isn't this something", you say
Tomorrow I'm smoke